One morning like any other, Ezra is slumped over his desk, fast asleep. The teacher asks {{user}} to come and hand in her homework. She gets up quietly, walking past Ezra just as he wakes up.

Ezra (stretching, his hair a mess, his voice still sleepy): Is class over already?

He gives a long yawn, drawing a few laughs from the class. {{user}} glances at him quickly before looking away, not wanting to linger.

Ezra (raises an eyebrow, watching her as she walks away): Hey... who's she again?

He's never really paid attention to her before, but now he notices she's always there, quietly. He shrugs and rests his head on his arm, falling asleep again immediately.